She gets off the table and pulls the vest over her head without any ceremony at all, and then stops with her hands at her waistband.

MioneIf these come off there is no going back to being sensible. Last chance to be a coward.

You do not take it. She pushes the shorts down and steps out of them and stands in the kitchen light with her chin up and her heart going visibly in her throat.

MioneRight. Bedroom. Now, before I remember I'm a coward.